This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 110: Sir, I Want to Borrow Something from You

Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Sir, I Want to Borrow Something from You

[Task: Devil Moth Hunting (Repeatable)]

[Introduction: The Devil Moths have built a nest in the Greenhouse Ruins, where there may be something related to fusion batteries or emergency reactors—exactly what we need.]

[Requirement: Bring back 1 Devil Moth corpse]

[Reward: 1 Silver Coin]

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[Task: Devil Moth’s Cocoon (Repeatable)]

[Introduction: The cocoon of the Devil Moth is a great thing; we can use its silk to make clothing or armor. Also, it’s said that the pupae inside might be edible?]

[Requirement: Bring back 1 Devil Moth’s Cocoon]

[Reward: 5 Silver Coins]

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[Task: Conquer the first floor of the Greenhouse Ruins]

[Introduction: We need to clear a path to the underground of the Greenhouse Ruins and safely retrieve the "treasures" within.]

[Requirement: Shut down the first-floor floodgate and cut off contact with other floors...]

...

Dusk.

Brother Mole led a group of players who had taken on the Devil Moth’s nest, singing a victorious anthem, and hauling back a full bounty of five large carts of loot from the direction of the Greenhouse Ruins.

"Feeling freaking good, a sparrow sleeps~~~ on the antenna pole~~~"

"Lard bones, for braising, and I forgot to wash the eggs~~~"

"Damn, what the hell are you singing?"

"Exactly, what are you singing? We just lost a brother, and we’ve got to send another off soon. Can’t you be a bit more serious?"

"I’m washing kelp, washing kelp~~~"

"Shit, who’s going to sew this mole’s mouth shut?"

"I’ll do it, I’m good at this."

"No, no, no, I have merits for the plan! I’ve shed blood for the base! You can’t do this to me~~~"

As it turned out, Devil Moths weren’t unkillable; if one attempt wasn’t enough, then two, and if two didn’t suffice, then a third, a fourth.

For two consecutive days.

Eighteen players, following Brother Mole’s strategy, formed a "531 lineup," split into two caravans for alternating attacks, and slaughtered a large number of Devil Moths in the narrow passages.

Some were burned to death, and others were stabbed with cold weapons.

Interestingly, these Devil Moths didn’t seem to fully inherit the characteristics of moths, or rather, they evolved a special characteristic similar to a beehive consciousness.

When the number of their species in the space fell to a certain level, these insects suddenly abandoned their suicidal tactics of direct attacks and retreated into their nest, protecting the larvae and the pupating cocoons, and launched stealth attacks on targets entering the nest from the cover of shadows.

This posed a certain challenge to the players’ fixed routine combat method.

According to Brother Mole’s understanding, it was probably because the dog planners realized they were exploiting a "BUG" to farm creatures and adjusted the server parameters.

But that wasn’t a big problem.

The remaining Devil Moths of the first floor were no longer enough to pose a fatal threat.

As usual, the strength-type players took the front line, agility types dealt damage from behind, and the group quickly harvested Devil Moth cocoons near the passage exit and gathered the Devil Moth corpses found nearby, returning home with their abundant spoils of war.

Despite the cost of one death and one severe injury, compared to their gains from the trip, those losses seemed trivial.

Over a hundred Devil Moth corpses piled up into a small hill, and more than a hundred football-sized cocoons; had another batch of Devil Moths not surged in, they could have taken even more.

Plus, they harvested a small amount of Spirit Leaf from the planting units, bringing the total earnings from the mission to 841 Silver Coins!

An average of 41 silver coins each!

Of course, when it came to distributing the money, it definitely wasn’t divided evenly—human lives and equipment wear and tear were costs. However, after calculating, each person could still get more than 33 silver coins.

That was much more satisfying than making bricks.

A group of people was passing by the east gate.

Wu Tie-Fu, who had just finished exchanging resources at Outpost Base, and a few natives happened to see the pile of Devil Moth corpses and clumps of cocoons on the wooden cart, and their faces showed shock.

They certainly knew what these were.

Especially in the summer, during the most prolific season for Spirit Leaf growth, these creatures were like the grim reapers of the Wasteland, leaving not even a single intact body in their wake.

But why were these insects in Qingquan City?

And where did the Spirit Leaf fields come from?

With this hellish weather already several degrees below zero, don’t these moths need to hibernate?

"They even managed to overcome the Devil Moths..."

"It’s incredible, how did they do it?"

"They came from the east... the eastern city district has a nest of Devil Moths."

"We’d better stay away."

A few tribespeople, quietly muttering with potato horns slung over their shoulders, had their thoughts on other matters, especially Wu Tie-Fu, the chief of their tribe.

They had come all the way from the Promice’s Northern Part of the River Valley Province, engaging in countless dangerous fights for survival.

Among these, the most perilous battle was to escape from the slave traders’ guns; during this, his father and uncle died.

The tribe once had more than fifty able-bodied men; now, only a little over twenty remained, the rest were elderly, women, children, and even infants not yet weaned.

Now was the time to seize the opportunity to rest and recover under the protection of the strong.

The current issue, however, stemmed from the previous disastrous losses. The number of women left in the tribe capable of bearing children far outnumbered the men who could father them, and many were blood-related.

Inbreeding within a small tribe was a troubling problem. To ensure the health and strength of the newborns, his tribe needed fresh blood.

These mighty warriors seemed to be the ideal choice.

Reflecting on the lengthy discussion with the elders of his tribe from the night before, Wu Tie-Fu didn’t utter a single word on their way back.

After instructing his people to store the grain they had exchanged, he returned alone to Outpost Base and found the ruler at the doorway of the infirmary.

"My lord."

Chu Guang glanced at him.

"What is it?"

Speaking in a low voice, Wu Tie-Fu said,

"I would like to borrow some seeds from you."

Borrow seeds?

Curious—do these nomads even farm?

Chu Guang found it quite interesting and said with a smile,

"I’m sorry, but we don’t have any seeds. I’m afraid I can’t help you with that. Besides, with the heavy snow outside, the ground is already frozen. Even if you got some seeds, I’m afraid it would be impossible to plant them now."

Wu Tie-Fu scratched the back of his head.

"No, you might have misunderstood me. The seeds I want to borrow from you... aren’t those seeds, but rather, those seeds."

"What do you mean by this and that?" Chu Guang frowned and said, "What exactly are you trying to say? Don’t beat around the bush with me."

Wu Tie-Fu didn’t dare to be careless and quickly explained,

"I mean, for human breeding."

Upon hearing this, Chu Guang almost choked on his own spit.

What the hell.

Was I hearing it wrong or understanding it wrong.

Breeding arrangement for people, what the heck is that?!

Noticing the change in Chu Guang’s expression, Wu Tiefu was startled and didn’t understand why the leader had such a strong reaction.

But he still continued with a lowered stance, earnestly pleading.

"Our tribe experienced a big battle a few days ago, and our numbers are thin. We need fresh blood. We wouldn’t dare to ask for your lineage, we just hope that you’d nod and allow our unmarried young women to stay at your camp for a few days."

"We wouldn’t ask you to help us for free. As compensation, we’d offer a camel hide and a dagger for the father of each newborn."

Hearing this, Chu Guang finally understood what this guy meant.

It made sense, too—where would tribal folks even get the concept of propriety?

Larger tribes thriving in population could not only pair within the tribe but also capture slaves from other tribes to reproduce. Smaller tribes with lesser numbers had no choice but to rely on the powerful, gaining new blood from their suzerain forces.

"I understand your difficulty, but I can’t help with this," Chu Guang said sternly, "We’re a legitimate game... cough, I mean, our customs are different from yours. I can consider helping with other things, but not this one."

Besides, even if I wanted to help, I couldn’t.

Chu Guang remembered very clearly from reading the cultivation chamber manual that the genetic factors of these clones seemed quite unlikely to hit the jackpot?

They weren’t designed for natural reproduction in the first place, just "containers" for players’ consciousness entities, "products" manufactured by cultivation chambers.

Especially the alien sequence, whose genetic factors have no way of stably passing on to the next generation, and even due to chromosomal anomalies, the functional aspects were outright castrated.

Moreover, Wasteland OL is a game that focuses on casual, joyous gameplay.

Chu Guang didn’t even give it a second thought and decisively refused on behalf of the players.

Youxi?

Wu Tiefu was confused and didn’t understand what the leader meant.

But seeing the expression on his face, he seemed dissatisfied with his own proposal.

It made sense after thinking about it—these wanderers are, after all, from the Wasteland.

Even out of concern for disease, this leader would not allow the vital young labor force of his tribe to waste their vibrant energy on foreign women.

"It was presumptuous of me."

Wu Tiefu bowed his head in regret and shame, expressing his sincere apologies. Then, under the curious gazes of the surrounding players, he turned and left.

Players whispered amongst themselves.

"What are they talking about?"

"I don’t know."

"Farming! I heard the Manager mention ’farming’! I know that word!"

"All you know is farming."

...

Deep into the night.

The natives who had set up camp ignited a bonfire in the center.

The flames flickered in the snow.

The refugees sat around the fire, playing flutes made of animal bones, singing indistinct folk tunes, sharing muddy meat soup and pitch-black roasted cakes, celebrating the end of their journey and blessing the newborns.

The players, though curious, did not approach, only standing on the enclosing wall and watching from afar.

"What tune are they playing?"

"Never heard it, probably Alpha 0.5 version BGM. Didn’t I say the new version was probably going to emphasize the development of human-computer interaction systems? But I didn’t expect the production team to be so niubi, even the wanderers of the Wasteland have their own culture."

"That bone flute they’re using is pretty interesting, I’ll see if I can buy one to check out tomorrow."

"What if it’s made from human bones? Would you still play it?"

"Damn, that’s a freakishly bizarre thought, isn’t it?"

"Just a rational analysis. I’ve heard that some African tribes make musical instruments from the bones of their deceased parents."

"Thank you, I’m flattered by the filial respect."

The players weren’t the only curious ones.

Chu Guang, looking out from the third floor of the sanatorium, wore a similarly interested expression on his face.

He hadn’t expected these refugees to have their own unique tribal culture.

These settings could be updated on the official website to kill time and satisfy the curiosity of the backseat drivers.

He just didn’t know what to call these people.

After some thought, Chu Guang decided to give them a name, a flag, or a totem, or something, in the near future.

"The tune is actually quite nice."

"Do you want to record it? Master."

"Can you record from this far away?"

"There’s a technology called laser listening. Even from a great distance, if you shine a beam of light over there, you can record the audio by capturing the vibration frequencies of the objects."

"You can do that?!"

"Of course, within a few hundred meters. I can even reduce the noise in the audio."

"... Then let’s record it."

Incorporating the original sound into the database on the official website wasn’t a bad idea; it was like surveying the local customs and culture of the Wasteland.

Past midnight.

Chu Guang carried Xiao Qi back to the sanctuary and then opened the System to check his Manager’s allowance.

In just under half a month, he had actually saved up 222 points.

"Two advanced blind boxes, two intermediate blind boxes, and two basic ones... let’s just draw them."

The lollipops were almost finished anyway.

There was no reason to hoard points since there were daily active missions to do. With the increasing number of players, if he was lucky, he could save up ten to twenty points a day; if not, still seven or eight.

Chu Guang reached out and tapped the draw button a few times.

Pale blue light flickered.

The wall in the residents’ hall trembled slightly, and as the alloy door opened, the rewards from the blind boxes were conveyed out.

From the two basic blind boxes, a 500g bag of white sugar and a 500g bag of salt emerged; from the intermediate blind boxes, a box of antibiotics and a healing injection were drawn.

Overall, the haul was not bad and even Chu Guang himself felt pleasantly surprised by his good fortune. Although he didn’t get any attribute-boosting injections, the sugar, salt, and medicine were all valuable items.

As for the advanced blind boxes...

To be honest, it was a bit ostentatious.

"A mechanical composite bow with a sighting device, it seems to have a motor and can also fit a battery. Looks like it can charge up shots? But no arrows provided?"

He didn’t know how to use a bow, so it would only be useful for the players.

"And what is this... a grenade?"

Chu Guang picked up a silver sphere from the conveyor belt, but couldn’t find the pin after searching for a while.

Tossing it lightly in his hand and weighing it, he couldn’t figure out how it worked, so he glanced around, looking for a target to test whether it hurt when thrown.

Seemingly unable to watch any further, Xiao Qi quietly crouched nearby and weakly informed him in a soft voice.

"Master..."

"That thing is not meant to be used that way."

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